lately I've been hearing you calling me lord/ telling me this the time that you created me for/ but you keep knocking, and I keep on locking the doors/ my doubts and pain reflected by the piles of empties on my floor// I'm not, who I wanna be/ lost, almost constantly/ Im sorry to admit that my weakness became the boss of me/ and when I hear your voice I'm like why would you wanna talk to me?/ my wings have been burned and my path has been lost to me/ im not worth it, don't go and waste your time on me/ but you keep looking for your boy like theres a finders fee/ but im like how could God possibly have a job for me?/ then he says, son your just my lighthouse that's been lost at sea// I've had a calling on your life since you were young/ since the day you died and I gone breathed life back into your lungs/ you run, I know where you been, I've been there all along/ see the street lights just came on, its time for you to come home I've been dreaming of your face I've been away, for a life time if you want to, I can show you what dreams are made of I've been drinking cuz I can't feel unless I'm drunk/ hoping I can reach the emotions that I stuffed up in the trunk from the loss of my father and his last words to his son/ to save him from the hospital before the job was done cuz he knew that they were plotting to put them tubes all up in his lungs contemplating breaking him out and go up in there with my gun but feeling like I let him down cuz I aint show up with my gun cuz I knew thats not what my father ever wanted for his son// see God, I am broken aint no point is using me this baggage has made a savage and im fresh up off the leash but then I hear your voice and see your blood up on that tree And remember i was called out to be your hands and feet